Christmas in Bethlehem
by ShaViva
Summary: Lorne has his first Christmas in the Pegasus galaxy and discovers that it just doesn't feel like the holiday season - something is missing. Events conspire to show him that Christmas can happen, no matter how far away from home you are. Season 2/3


**Christmas in Bethlehem**

Author: ShaViva

Rating: T

Season: end of season 2/beginning of season three, before Irresistable.

Summary: Lorne has his first Christmas in the Pegasus galaxy and contemplates what it would take for it to feel like the holiday season. Events conspire to show him that Christmas can happen, no matter how far away from home you are.

Classifications: General

Pairings: None

Spoilers for: nothing specific.

Disclaimer: I am unfortunately not associated in any way with the creators, owners, or producers of Stargate or any of its media franchises, which is obvious because one, SGA would still be on and two, Lorne would be there ALL the time! All publicly recognizable characters, settings, equipment, etc are the property of whoever owns them. Any original characters, plot, settings, and anything else I made up are the property of me, the author. No copyright infringement is intended.

Copyright (c) 2013 ShaViva

**Authors Note:**

I wasn't going to do a Christmas story this year but then I realised I've done one every year since I started posting on this site (5 years) and I couldn't let this one go by. This is a simple story, not much plot, and probably with too many Christmas clichés but I enjoyed writing something for Lorne again so I'm okay with that. Not beta'd so all mistakes are mine – I've churned this out very quick so there will probably be some!

Merry Christmas to all!

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**Christmas in Bethlehem**

"_Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense,  
__shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love."  
- Lucinda Franks -_

One of the things Evan Lorne found the hardest to get used to, now he was living in another galaxy, was the calendar. Well, not the calendar exactly – it was more the effect on the calendar. McKay would probably explain it by talking about how the planet was larger than Earth and further away from its sun, throwing out the length of each day and how long it took to make one trip around the sun. While that was all true, Lorne wouldn't take that angle.

"It's the holidays," he muttered, frowning as he followed Reed through the trees on yet another unexplored planet in the Pegasus galaxy.

"Sir?" Coughlin queried from his position at Lorne's shoulder. Airman Reed was taking point, Lorne in the middle, with Coughlin bringing up their six. Their fourth, Airman Jimmy Cheung, had been granted leave to return home for the holidays. Given the number of personnel doing the same, Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Weir had decided not to rearrange the teams to keep the traditional four if only one person was away.

"It's nothing," Lorne dismissed. They walked for a few minutes in silence before Evan spoke again. "Does it feel like Christmas to you?" he asked Nate.

"We've got the tree in the gate room," Coughlin replied, "and the secret Santa. If we're lucky Sir we might even make it back in time for the Christmas Eve party."

Lorne shrugged and Coughlin eyed his CO curiously. "I'm guessing it doesn't feel like Christmas to you Sir," he suggested.

"Not really, no," Lorne admitted. He shrugged again. "Maybe I'm too hung up on the differences between Earth and here. Hell, we can't even have the holiday on the same day of the year – we need to resort to some complicated formula from McKay to work out when December 25th is here."

"I guess it depends on what made it feel like Christmas back home Sir," Nate smiled. "For me it's decorations and carols and being with friends and family. I don't get to go home this year but most of my friends are here so it's close enough."

Nodding, Lorne fell silent, thinking about his second's words. What made it feel like Christmas, back when he used to be home and somewhere where it was possible to celebrate it?

They always had a tree but his Mom insisted all the decorations had to be handmade … he and his sister spent at least a few days in the lead up to Christmas day painting things to hang on the tree. It was the traditional kind of thing that put him in the Christmas mood. Most of the people in Atlantis didn't even know he painted though and it wasn't something he wanted to make common knowledge – so making decorations was out as far as finding his Christmas spirit went.

It wasn't just the creative endeavours though … since his Dad died in an accident when Evan was ten, his Mom had insisted they go to midnight mass on Christmas Eve. Prior to the day two grim faced air force officers came to their door to give them the news that Jonathon Lorne's plane had gone down during a flying demonstration, the Lorne's hadn't been especially regular in their church going efforts. They'd go if the mood struck or for a special occasion when invited by others, but it wasn't something that had personal meaning. Understandably Lorne's Mom took the news of her husband's death hard – to lose something so vital to them all couldn't happen without there being some kind of significance, a meaning beyond the seemingly random event. Going to church, especially at those times when they missed Jonathon Lorne the most, helped.

"Sir," Dan drew Lorne's attention fully back to their surroundings.

"What is it?" Evan asked, walking forward until he stood beside Reed.

"Smoke," Dan pointed to the valley stretching out before them. Off to the right, probably fifteen to twenty minutes' walk away, a trail of smoke rose into the sky.

"Camp fire," Evan concluded.

"I thought this place was supposed to be uninhabited Sir," Nate commented, joining his team mates.

"On paper, sure," Lorne agreed, "but it's got a gate so it's not surprising someone might come here. It's not like back home where most people don't know there are other liveable planets out there."

"A lot of natural resources," Coughlin agreed. "Might be a good place for hunters."

"Let's go and see for ourselves," Evan decided. "Keep your eyes open … we don't want to be outnumbered, especially if it turns out these people are armed."

Nodding, the three men proceeded at a faster pace, staying closer together. Lorne heard the strangers before they saw them, and not in a way he'd expected.

"Ahhhhh," the cry of pain echoed through the trees, followed by a long moan.

"Someone's hurt," Evan broke into a jog, following the sounds of continued moaning until he broke through the trees into a small clearing. The sight before him had him skidding to an abrupt halt, the rest of his team jostling him from behind as they stopped too.

It was a woman, young, and very pregnant and very obviously in labour. Beside her was a man, equally young, and doing his best to comfort her, although Lorne could see pretty quickly he had very little idea what he was doing.

It was a moment of indecision for Evan – should he back himself and his team out and away without letting the oblivious couple know they'd been seen? Or should he do what instinct shouted, and step forward to offer assistance?

Making a quick decision, Lorne stepped forward, deliberately onto a twig which broke loudly enough to draw attention.

The young man stiffened, gasping as he turned to see strangers before him.

"Sorry," Evan held up his hands, open and empty in a gesture of 'we mean no harm'. "We saw your fire but if we'd known this …," Lorne gestured to the labouring woman, "we would never had intruded."

"It's okay," the young man said quickly, giving the woman's hand a squeeze before jumping to his feet. He stopped a few steps from Evan, his expression hopeful and just a little desperate. "The baby comes early. Do you have any sedeo or cruorem … to help with the delivery?"

"Ah, we might have something, if you can tell us what they do," Evan replied, the two words not one's he'd come across before.

"Sedeo is sap, from the Seda tree," the young man explained. "The smoke from burning sedeo is for healing. Cruorem is similar, from the Cruor tree, but you drink it in water … to control the bleeding."

The young man looked embarrassed but determined as he explained what his young woman needed.

"We don't have either of those things, not specifically," Lorne admitted and the young man's face fell and he turned away. "Wait, I didn't say we couldn't help. We have a general first aid kit with some pain killers and a few other things that are just as good … and we have access to a doctor who can tell us what's the best thing to use. If there's any chance of finding either of those trees nearby one of my team could go and fetch some sap as well."

Lorne had first aid training of course, and part of the course had included child birth, but not on an alien planet with unfamiliar medicinal practices.

"You will stay and help?" the young man's eyes watered and he looked so relieved he was a little shaky on his feet.

"I'll stay," Evan promised. "My team mate here, Dan, will double time it back to the star gate – the ring of the ancestors – and get me a radio link back to that doctor I mentioned so they can talk us through things until the Doc can get here himself."

Dan nodded, removing his pack so he could move faster. "I'll have help to you soon," he promised the young man before turning and breaking into a run that saw him quickly disappearing through the trees.

"My other team mate, Nate," Lorne continued, "will go and search for those two trees, if you can give him a good enough description of what to look for. Oh, and my name is Lorne. Evan Lorne."

"I am Abbas and this is my wife Ma'tris," the young man introduced himself. He quickly explained to Nate what to look for.

"Doesn't sound like anything we passed on the way here Sir," Nate commented.

"No, which means it's probably better to keep to our original heading but along the water line," Evan agreed. Abbas had mentioned that the Seda tree grew near rivers and streams.

Nate nodded. Lorne took out the Ancient scanner he always carried and did a long range topographical scan of the area that linked into the data they'd brought with them from the ancient database on Atlantis about the planet. It wasn't much but going north to higher altitude looked most likely to bring Nate to the river the fastest.

"Keep in radio contact," Lorne advised as Nate dropped his pack next to Reeds after removing some rope, a second knife, and a couple of storage packs to bring back the resin in.

"Yes Sir," Nate gave Abbas a reassuring nod before walking north.

Ma'tris moaned again, and Abbas hurried back to her side. Lorne followed, keeping a respectful distance as Abbas whispered to her. Her eyes shot to Evan's and he nodded.

"I can wait across the clearing until our doctor gets here if you'd be more comfortable," he offered in a quiet tone.

"No," Ma'tris smiled weakly. "Abbas is a strong hunter, and a good husband … but one who does not deal well with pain."

"That is not true," Abbas protested. "I just don't like seeing _you_ in pain."

Lorne smiled slightly. "Understandable," he excused, moving closer and dropping down to his knees beside Abbas so Ma'tris wouldn't have to look up so much to see him. "Is this your first baby?"

"Yes," Ma'tris tensed, and Evan watched as she rode out the contraction. Glancing at his watch, he marked the time. "I have attended others birthing their babies," Ma'tris added once the contraction subsided.

"Sure, of course," Evan nodded, "so you know what to do."

Ma'tris nodded.

"It's different when it's your own though, isn't it?" Lorne asked gently.

Ma'tris nodded again, her hand shaking as she wiped away tears.

"You'll do fine," Evan reassured her, "and lucky for you I'm not a complete novice. I haven't delivered a baby myself but I had some training a while back on what to do if the occasion ever arose. I also sat through my sister delivering her first child as well so I know first babies usually take a while. We should be able to get our doctor to you before you need to rely on me."

"The doctor has delivered babies?" Ma'tris asked hopefully.

"It's not a topic that's come up in conversation but I'm pretty sure he has," Evan replied. "He's been doing this kind of thing for a long time and he's very good at what he does. You'll be in safe hands."

"Thank you," Ma'tris whispered and Abbas smoothed the hair from her brow, adding his own thanks.

"Let's make you a little more comfortable," Lorne went to his pack and drew out the emergency blanket, his bed roll, and water canteen. "This will be softer than the ground," he commented, laying out the bed roll and urging Abbas to help Ma'tris sit on it. Shaking out the emergency blanket he laid it across her legs. "This will come in handy for the baby too, once it's here." Lastly, he wet a wash cloth with the water and handed it to Abbas. He took it gratefully and bathed Ma'tris's face gently.

"That feels … oh," Ma'tris tensed again, moaning as another contraction hit. Lorne glanced at his watch and grimaced internally, letting nothing show just in case Abbas was watching him. Less than five minutes between contractions wasn't what he'd been hoping for. This woman was closer to giving birth than he'd expected …. close enough that Doctor Beckett might not get there in time.

Abbas helped Ma'tris ride through the waves of pain until she settled again. "How long will it take for your doctor to arrive?" she asked once she could speak again.

"Ah … it's about an hour to the gate," Lorne said thoughtfully, "but Dan's a fast runner and unencumbered so he should be able to make it in half that. We'll have Doc Beckett on the radio a few minutes after that and then it'll take him an hour to reach us here."

"Okay," Ma'tris looked uncertain but didn't question Lorne further.

"How are you handling the pain?" Lorne asked. "I have some mild pain killers in the first aid kit but to be honest I'd rather not give you anything until we talk to the Doc. They're not harmful to us but there might be differences between your people and mine and there's no point in taking chances."

"I can endure," Ma'tris promised.

"Just hold on to Abbas tightly and breathe short panting breaths through each contraction," Lorne advised, remembering how Elaine had handled things. She'd spent most of the time pacing the maternity room but Lorne didn't want to suggest that here because Elaine told him it was supposed to hurry on the labour. The last thing he needed was for things to progress even faster than they were.

"Major," Lorne's radio crackled to life.

"Coughlin," Evan replied. "Any luck?"

"I've reached the river and I think I've found the Seda tree," Nate replied.

"Excellent work," Lorne grinned over at Abbas. "What do you need?"

"Is Abbas listening?" Nate asked.

Lorne motioned for Abbas to come closer. "He can hear you Nate. Go ahead."

Nate described the tree he'd found in a lot of detail until Abbas was sure he had the right one.

"I'll harvest some sap and bring it back before I go looking for the other tree," Nate suggested.

"Sounds like a good plan," Lorne agreed.

Nate signed off just as Ma'tris went through another contraction. Lorne tried not to let his worry show, doing a litany internally to himself.

_It push comes to shove you can do this. You've had the training – a few years ago but it'll come back to you. It's a natural process and Ma'tris knows what to do._

They were all good points but he still felt jumpy inside – he was fine with having the lives of his men in his hands, making the tough decisions. It was a lot though different when it was the life of a defenceless baby.

Nate returned and Abbas left Ma'tris to see to preparing the sap for burning.

"I jested before but it does pain him to see me in pain," Ma'tris murmured.

Lorne nodded, wetting the wash cloth again and wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Do you have a wife Evan?"

"Ah, no, no I don't," Lorne replied. "Where we're based, it's a long way from my home. Too far to expect someone to follow."

"I would follow Abbas anywhere he wished to go," Ma'tris said softly.

"And that makes him an exceptionally lucky man."

Ma'tris smiled, before her expression shifted and she tensed.

Lorne did his best to comfort her through it until Abbas returned.

"The sedeo burns," he told his wife.

The smoke from the fire drifted beside them and Abbas reached forward, sweeping some towards Ma'tris.

Ma'tris breathed deeply and then smiled, her expression lightening. "It is good," she murmured. "Like home."

"We always burn sedeo at each birthing," Abbas explained to Evan.

Lorne sniffed cautiously, detecting something rich and spicy along with the smell of burnt wood. "It's nice … familiar even though I know I've never smelt it before."

"It brings home closer," Abbas commented. He sighed, holding Ma'tris's hand as he spoke. "We should not have ventured so far today."

"You couldn't have known the baby would be early," Lorne excused.

"Two weeks is not so early," Abbas shook his head. "I should have insisted Ma'tris stay home."

"You know I would not have done so," Ma'tris returned. She was a strong woman, that was clear. Lorne could well believe she'd dig her heels in if she didn't agree with her husband.

"If you don't mind my asking, why did you come here?" Lorne asked.

"Food stores are low," Abbas said simply. "Winter approaches and we are not where we should be. Every day counts if our settlement is to survive the snows."

"Your planet doesn't have what you need?"

"The Wraith destroyed much of the natural hunting grounds at the last culling and the herds along with them," Abbas stroked Ma'tris's hair back as she shifted into another contraction.

A minute since the last one, Lorne noted. Reed better radio in from Atlantis soon.

"We can grow crops," Abbas continued, "but the animals have not returned to their previous numbers. We dare not over hunt them for fear we will deplete their numbers beyond their ability to recover."

"We might be able to help with some of your needs," Lorne suggested. "We have agreements with a few settlements for crops – we provide other goods in exchange for a percentage of the harvest."

"You would help us?" Abbas looked stunned at the idea.

"You'd be helping us too," Evan noted simply. "Once we've got the current situation sorted my team could return with you to your settlement, talk to whoever's in charge there."

"You already talk to those in charge," Ma'tris declared.

Lorne's brow rose – both were much younger than the usual Pegasus leader, even with the cullings and the relatively low expected life expectancy.

"We are young," Abbas acknowledged, "and in better times would not be forced to lead so early."

"Abbas's father was culled," Ma'tris said simply. "Abbas was the chosen successor, already trained. There was no other option but to assume command."

"So some day your baby will be the future leader for your people?" Lorne commented.

"With luck, that day will not arrive for many years, and this galaxy will be in peace by then."

"I hope so," Evan said simply.

"Major?" Dan's voice over the radio interrupted their conversation.

Evan turned, hitting the button to reply. "Reed, give me something," he said in a low tone.

"Doctor Beckett and I have just arrived Sir," Dan replied. "We should be back to your position within the hour."

"I'm not sure that's gonna be soon enough," Evan said after getting to his feet and moving away from the fire.

"How's our patient doing lad?" Carson asked.

"She's doing well Doc but her contractions are less than a minute apart."

"Then you'll be needing to get your hands dirty lad," Carson replied.

"I was afraid you were going to say that," Lorne muttered.

"Don't worry Major, I'll be here to talk you through it," Carson promised.

"I'd rather you were here so that wasn't necessary Doc," Evan shot back.

"You've had the training lad," Carson reminded him. "You'll be fine. Now, first up I'm gonna need you to examine the patient."

"Right, sure, of course," Lorne took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No one had to clarify what 'examine' meant. Doc wanted to know how close Ma'tris was from moving into the next phase.

He moved back to the fire and knelt at Ma'tris's side. "I've got our Doc on the radio," he explained. "He's on his way but in all honesty, I don't think he's gonna get here in time."

"The major will be acting as my hands," Carson's voice came through loud and clear. "He's right capable lass so don't you worry about a thing. We'll have your baby safely in your arms before you can say boo."

"Thank you," Ma'tris murmured. She moaned suddenly, another contraction hitting so soon after the last one.

"Your baby is close Ma'tris," Carson continued, "but Major Lorne will need to examine you to see whether it's time for you to push or not. We don't want to make this harder by pushing too soon."

Ma'tris agreed and Lorne shifted to the business end of things. He cleared his mind of all other concerns and just listened to Carson instructing him, thinking of himself as the doctor's hands, doing exactly what he was told and then reporting the results.

"You're almost fully dilated lass," Carson sounded happy and encouraging, "but we're not going to push just yet. A few more contractions and once the Major confirms it, you'll be ready."

It was intense and confronting but also amazing for Evan to be so intimately involved in the birth of a child. He's been in the room with his sister Elaine but being hands on was so much more amazing. Life, the creation of it, and the natural mechanics that ensured birth would take place, was truly a miracle.

"She's fully dilated," Lorne reported after another check.

"Okay, lass, it's time to push," Carson announced. "Long pushes, as deep as you can, until we see the head crown."

Lorne and Ma'tris followed as Carson coached, while Abbas continued to support and comfort his wife.

"I see the head," Lorne announced some time later.

"Okay, that's good," Carson congratulated them. "Now we're going to keep pushing Ma'tris but this time I want you to listen closely to the Major. We need a smaller controlled push to deliver the head – we don't want the baby to rush out too hard or fast okay, so stop when Evan tells you to."

Ma'tris nodded, her face red and sweaty with the effort but her eyes alive with the fire of determination. She strained and Evan watched closely, poised as Carson had instructed to support the baby's head once it emerged. "Push," Evan said. "Push hard. We're almost there Ma'tris … don't push as hard this time, okay." Ma'tris pushed again and all at once the head was there, cupped in his hands. Lorne grinned as he looked at Ma'tris. "Okay, stop for the moment … the baby's head is clear."

Ma'tris panted, swallowing hard. Abbas raised the water bottle to her mouth and helped her sip.

"What now Doc?" Evan asked, making sure the baby's airway was unobstructed.

"We want to minimize any damage to the patient," Carson advised. "Ma'tris will need to push but not too hard – we want the baby to emerge slowly, not in one big rush - that would cause tearing."

Ma'tris did what Carson said, and minutes later Evan was holding a bloody, beautiful, crying, new born baby.

"I have him Doc," he announced.

"Lay him gently on Mom's chest," Carson instructed, "and cover them both with the emergency blanket. You'll have to deliver the placenta but you've got some time to settle the baby first."

It was a relief that the worse was over. Lorne was amazed at how calm he felt as he gently cleaned the baby's face before moving to give him to Ma'tris. Abbas was unashamedly tearful as he gathered both wife and baby close.

"Congratulations," Evan said softly.

"Thank you so much Evan," Ma'tris whispered, her face beaming as she cradled her child.

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Eventually Carson and Reed arrived, but by then Lorne had delivered the placenta and cleaned up as best he could. Nate had returned empty handed but Abbas didn't seem bothered – he had a son and it seemed the sedeo sap had been the one they'd most wanted. The scents of new arrivals ... and home.

Carson greeted the new parents and had both mother and baby examined and pronounced well very soon after. He administered something to help Ma'tris's recovery and then declared them ready to be escorted home.

Ma'tris amazed Lorne with how quickly she was able to walk around – Abbas provided support and strength to help her and they requested that Evan carry the baby so that the trip to the Stargate could be done as quickly as possible.

At the gate, Lorne dialled Atlantis first to report in. Carson provided instructions to the new parents and then returned home, leaving Evan and his team to escort Ma'tris and Abbas home.

Abbas dialled this time and led the way as they stepped through the wormhole. The trip to the settlement was only a few minutes and the reception they got was jubilant. The people rushed forward with cries of relief and then joy as they saw Ma'tris with the child now in her arms.

"We cannot thank you enough," Abbas declared once Ma'tris was settled down to rest, the baby in a handmade cradle at her side.

"We were happy to help," Lorne replied. "We'll give you a few days to recover and settle the baby into your life and then we'll return and talk about trade agreements."

"We would like that very much," Abbas declared.

"It the meantime, we want you to take the supplies we have," Evan said. "It's not much but it should get you through the next week so you don't have to eat into your winter stores." He'd pooled the rations Reed, Coughlin and he himself were carrying, wishing he'd thought to get Reed to grab some more from Atlantis when he'd had the chance. "Nate will show you how to prepare them."

Nate nodded, running Abbas through the simple steps to prepare the field rations.

"There's a medical kit in there too," Evan nodded to the heavily laden pack. "It's the kind we hand out to the people we visit so the Doc's arranged everything so you'll know what to do with it. I'm sure he'll want to come back with us when we return to check Ma'tris and the baby so he can run you through it then if you have any questions."

"Your generosity astounds us," Abbas said simply.

"Consider it a Christmas gift from my people to yours," Evan smiled. "Christmas is a holiday celebration for us and exchanging gifts is a part of it."

"Thank you again," Abbas replied.

After a few more moments and a farewell to Ma'tris and the baby, Lorne led the way back to the gate.

"Hey, we didn't ask what they were going to call the baby," Reed pointed out.

"We'll find out when we come back," Lorne replied.

Nate nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Does it feel more like Christmas now Sir?" he asked curiously.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's a classic Christmas story. The birth of a future king," Nate explained, "and if you want to get creative Sir, three wise men."

"I'm assuming you mean us," Evan chuckled as he realised where Nate was going with this. "I'll give you that there are three of us and we did arrive to witness the birth of a baby who's going to be pretty important to his people."

"And we came bearing gifts," Nate finished. "Not frankincense, myrrh or gold, but something pretty close."

"The sedeo for frankincense I get," Evan allowed. "That one is strangely pretty close to the Christmas story."

"Myrrh was like a medicine," Nate explained. "You could ingest it and one of the uses was about child birth – I guess that's why the wise men brought it with them. Reed brought the Doc and we couldn't have delivered that baby without him … that's even better than medicine."

"Myrrh was valuable for trade too," Lorne pointed out. "Maybe the wise men brought it for that reason." Nate didn't look convinced. "Okay, so what about the gold?" Evan asked.

"You Sir," Nate shrugged.

"Me?" Lorne frowned.

"You were there for them when they desperately needed a friend," Nate explained, "and we'll end up being friends to their people as well. That kind of friendship is way more valuable than gold would be, especially out here."

Evan smiled, surprised and charmed at a side of his team mate he hadn't really witnessed before. Who knew that Nate Coughlin had such an idealistic view of the world? "It's a stretch," Evan said, "but because it's Christmas and because delivering that baby was undoubtedly a miracle, I'll give it to you."

"Abbas, Ma'tris, and the three wise men of Atlantis?" Nate proposed.

"A legend in the making," Lorne agreed.

"Just wait until we tell the folks back in the city," Reed grinned, his pace quickening as they reached the gate. He moved to dial Atlantis while Lorne and Coughlin stood a safe distance away.

The wormhole stabilised and the codes were sent before Lorne spoke again. "Yes," he said simple.

Coughlin grinned, knowing it was the answer to whether it felt more like Christmas to his CO. "And we still have the Christmas Eve party Sir," he said.

"That we do," Lorne agreed. He waited for his team mates to step through first before turning to contemplate his surrounds. It wasn't Earth and it wasn't December and there was no way he'd be seeing snow … but all things considered, it was a pretty good substitute for a Christmas at home.

"Merry Christmas," he murmured to himself before stepping through the wormhole.

**The End**


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